Ways to have fun

I sit at my desk and figure out how many more week days I have until I retire. Once I subtract vacation days and holidays I’m left with the remaining “drive to work” days. While that number is better then the actual days between then and now, it is still way too high. My latest plan is how many days would it take, if as soon as I got here, I went home and drove to work again, repeatedly, all day long but only during regular work and commute hours. It would still take me weeks—but a whole lot fewer weeks then it takes if I can only count one drive to work each work day. Hmm…I wish it worked that way.

Relive the 60s. Boy A has a new passion for the Beatles, Dylan and Arlo Gutherie. Right now he is stuck on the Beatles and plays and replays every Beatles song ever recorded. All day long, every day. He plays in the car on the way home from camp, each afternoon—which I don’t really mind except for the fact that just as I start car-dancing to the music and singing along, he either changes to a new song or commands me to stop embarrassing him.